Tight Butt

You spend half the night thrashing in bed, unable to fall asleep. All you can think about is Bob. His eyes, his face, his ass, his cock. Fuck, have I really fallen in love with my best friend?

Even as you eat breakfast all you can think about is how much better Bob's cooking tastes, and you find yourself having to awkwardly hide a boner when your sister comes into the room.

Even still when you finally make it over to Bob's place, you have to sit in the car for ten minutes playing Angry Birds until you're decent enough to present yourself.

When you finally open the door your eyes go wide - you see a shirtless Bob holding a huge black leather whip.

"Don't worry," you tell him, "Everything's gonna be ok - I'm dialing 911 right now."

"Funny, I didn't think you were the sharing type."

"Sharing? Bro, have you ever seen one of those doctors?" You laugh, "she'll have you bent over the table begging for mommy before she'll let you hit her with one of those."

"That's a nice idea.... Pull your pants down."

"What?"

Bob cracks the whip in the air and you immediately obey. He didn't ask, but you take your shirt off too. You flinch as he glides the whip along your erection, teasing the head and balls.

"Just don't hit me," You quietly ask.

"Upstairs!" He crack the whip again.

You run into your friend's bedroom, and he's not far behind.

"Bend over!"

"Wait, you're not going to - " CRACK!

"I said bend over!"

You meekly obey, sticking your ass up and bracing yourself for the pain. You scream as it comes, shivering under the blow, but when you hear your buddy break down laughing you realize that he had only smacked you with his hand.

"Very funny," you flip over onto your back, not wanting to tempt Bob with your scarlet tushy.

"I know! Damn, I should have recorded you - the neighbors must have heard that scream!"

While Bob laughs you decide to address your boner and reach over with a hand to jerk it.

"Bad boy!" He slaps your hand away, "No touching yourself today."

"What?"

"Those are the new rules."

"Make me!" You glare in mock defiance.

Bob just grins and picks up the whip again.

"No, sorry! I'm a bad boy," You lift your hands in surrender.

"That's right," He grabs your hands and places them on his ass. Then he climbs on top of your chest and presents his hard-on to your lips, "But I'm all for second chances."

And you eagerly take it. Sensually you begin to kiss the tip, closing you eyes as you take in his masculine musk. Your tongue gently flicks at the meatus as you slowly savour your make-out session, feeling like you're lost in a dream. It's not even the fact that you're giving Bob pleasure that has you feeling so elated, though that's definitely a part of it. But really there's just something about the act itself - sucking on that wide, tasty cock - that drives you wild.

You squeeze his buttocks when your brain finally processes that your goal here is not to make him cum, but just to lube him up for the real deal. He starts to move in and out of your mouth, and you make sure to use plenty of spit on his tool.

"Oh fuck yeah, suck my cock. Ah fuck, you're so good I don't even want to fuck your ass anymore."

"Grehhamhn," You try to speak with a full mouth.

"I know, I know, don't worry. A deal's a deal. Here, let's get you started," He spits on his finger and reaches around to your tight sphincter, lubing it up.

Then he spits on it again and sticks it inside. You tense up as your muscles involuntarily clench, but when Bob finds your prostate you begin to relax. Opening yourself up to this forbidden pleasure, you find yourself content to just let Bob do his thing.

"Don't forget about my prick."

You snap back into focus and return to work. Soon you're both ready, and you let Bob pull his finger out of your ass.

"Just go slow," You plead.

"Just shut up," He retorts.

He lines up his wet tool and gently pushes in. You grit your teeth in pain as your virgin ass is stretched like never before. Farther and farther Bob pushes, soon one minute passes, then two, and then you once again find yourself wishing that Bob's dick wasn't as big. Then after another minute, he bottoms out.

"So, how's it feel?" Bob grins, squeezing your thighs.

You don't answer, but the look you give him let's him know everything.

Grinning, Bob begins to pull out, dragging his cockflesh along your inner walls, pleasing your sensitive innards. Then, after about two inches, he starts to thrust back in. He repeats this over and over until he's got a steady rhythm with which to pound your ass. You grunt on every thrust, but you can't deny the joy you're experiencing. Lost in a haze, you absentmindedly reach down to your own cock, before remembering you're not allowed to do so. Being unable to touch yourself hurts almost as much as losing your virginity, but fortunately for you, it's soon over.

Your buddy slams his hips hard into your legs as his cock spasms inside you, painting your tight pucker white with his cum. He utters a low, primitive growl, squeezing your legs so hard that you're sure there'll be bruises left over.

When he comes down from his orgasm he gives you a last few sloppy thrusts before pulling out and collapsing on the bed, in a similar state as you were the last time.

But denied and horny, now you're in a similar state as he was. You get up and stick your ass in his face, letting him see the result of his hard work.

"That's the sexiest ass I've ever seen," He mumbles.

You reach down with a finger and grab some of the cum and rub it on his sexy lips.

"Fuck off," He waves his arm around and flips over, too tired to fight.

"No way, bro, you promised me an orgasm yesterday. And since I'm not allowed to touch myself..."

You let the comment hang in the air for a bit before kneeling over him and rubbing your big dick over his mouth. You expect him to argue, but on the contrary he seems more than happy to help you out.

Eager to take control, you grab his head as you pump in and out of his mouth, using his face like your own personal fleshlight. As sexually frustrated as you are, you do it rough, but are careful not to overdo it and go into his throat. The poor guy is exhausted.

When you feel the end approaching, you pull out and climax into a towel. Finally, utterly spent as you are, you collapse onto the bed next to your buddy and fall asleep for a nice, long nap.